Candyman 3 : Day Of The Dead Page #2

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Daniel Robitaille's

great great granddaughter...

Caroline McKeever,

give her a hand.

I think it's sad that this

wonderful artist's memory...

is overshadowed

by all those stories...

It's not who

Daniel Robitaille was...

The soul of a good man

is reflected in these paintings.

That is what's real.

He should be remembered

for what he left behind.

His art...

Not the terrible myth that has

haunted my family for years.

But...

what about the Candyman, huh?

How can you deny the stories?

- I don't believe in him or the stories.

- Prove it. Call his name 5 times,

- it's gonna be...

- I'm not gonna play this game.

Why not?

You afraid he might appear?

No.

But in the back of your mind

you still have some doubt, don't you?

Well?

Candyman...

Candyman...

Candyman...

Candyman...

Candyman...

See?

Nothing.

Do not tempt

the powers of darkness...

For the hour of dead.

- Is at hand!

- Get him outta here!

He will come for you...

- He will come for you.

- I said get him out!

He will come for you!

He will come for you...

Hey...

I'm sorry. I guess things

got a little carried away...

I... I'll be fine.

Cool.

Miguel?

We're outta here or what?

Yeah, baby,

I'll be there in one second.

New friend?

Lina... something.

She's a model...

- You're pathetic.

- No, I know, I know.

Mira, do me a favor and put this on

my desk. I'm gonna go close this deal.

Oh my God...

Mickey!

Mickey?

Mickey!

And the award for the best actor goes to

David de La Paz as the Candyman freak...

Hey, I'm sorry if I scared you,

I got carried away with the part.

You're an actor?

- A very well-paid actor.

- Nice doing business with you.

I'll take that.

Hey, you ok?

- You're so f***ed.

- Yes, I know.

But you have to admit

it was cool, right?

We had that Melrose crowd

shitting in their pants.

- I'm out of here!

- Hey... come on...

Come on, Caroline,

we're just having fun.

- Don't you need a ride home?

- I'll get home myself.

Ay... caramba.

She's cute, man.

You better watch

where you're walking.

It's dark in here.

C A R O L I N E...

Caroline...

You doubted me...

And yet you call my name...

Who are you?

Your past...

Your present...

Your future...

Your blood...

What do you want?

I...

came...

for you...

Believe...

in me...

Mickey?

Mickey, it's Caroline.

Mickey?

Son of a b*tch!

Miguel?

That gross!

Yes, sauce.

It's Caroline!

Mickey, are you here?

Get this off...

- Come here, my little bumblebee.

Miguel?

Miguel?

Get them away!

What the f***'s going on?

What the f***'s going on? Oh, putamadre!

Oh, f***!

Oh, f***!

Help me!

Help me!...

Miss McKeever...

I'm detective Jamal Matthews.

This is detective Jamie Gold.

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